It was late Saturday when I met you in person. I found you on a Craigslist ad wanting someone to help you trap and devour victims. At first, I thought it was just a sexual game. You were one of those guys who wanted a threesome and some kinky sex with the wife. But I was wrong. You were serious. And my life was about to go straight to hell.
From the moment we met in person, I knew something was different…evil. You invited me over for a meal. One taste of the meat you served me and I changed. From a sweet model to this flesh eating carnivore. I was ready to serve you completely in my new quest for blood. You had done something to me, fed me the charred flesh of a human being, and I liked it. No, I craved it. It was the drive of the wild, the need for something deeper than sex. I was ready for the hunt.
You decided to start me off easy. I was ordered to bring you back the trashiest prostitute I could find. She had to be someone that no one would miss. In a city this large, she was easy prey. I simply offered money and an invite to a party, complete with drugs. She was a skinny brunette with big green eyes. I tried to imagine how they might feel rolling around in my mouth. Her perky tits poked out through a sheer blouse. I could barely control myself as we entered your house.
She looked confused. I smiled at you and you could not contain your hunger. You jumped on her without warning, punching her in the face. Her nose audibly snapped and blood flew. Before she could scream, you had smashed her in the eye. I heard her moan and my pussy twitched. Hunger filled me. I reached over to help you tear her clothes off, her bloody body in a heap on the floor. Her eyes opened and she whispered for help one final time.
I watched you rip the veins in her neck with your teeth. Her scream was cut short. As she begin to bleed out, you jumped upon her and drove your veiny cock deep into her whore pussy as she began her death twitch. Her heels drummed the floor. Her fingers grabbed at the air. Her hips bucked as if she were fucking in her last moments. You growled as you reached orgasm, your massive demon cock spewing cum into her dead carcass. I fingered myself off watching you.
There’s been so many victims since then. Mostly young girls and a few fag boys, too. There’s never any evidence because we eat every bite of the victims. It’s really fun to have guests over to eat our “special” BBQ. We just tell them that it’s all in the tenderizing and the secret sauce recipe we use.
Someday, you’ll grow tired of me and I, too, will become your victim. But, until then, I will serve you and hunt for you. My ultimate end will be met when you film my demise in my farewell snuff video.
Let me share some of our wicked tales with you. I know your cock will be rock hard talking about the lives we have snuffed out. Or maybe you have one of your own in mind……
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